Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.